The Nosferatu Adventures
page 214, chapter 214
"You're sure about this man?" the kid asked as he wiped his hand over his eyes, sniffing madly.
"Oh yeah man, don't even worry about it. God fearing freedom man no doubt about it." Bacchus said leaning over his shoulder, squeezing it with his currently long nails, silver polish chipped on the one thumb. "You'll be herald a star. Pip the court and all that." he said as he bit down around the cigarette holder. "Just remember, you're writing history man."
A high pitched beeping sound started to whine causing the sandy haired god to turn looking at his hip.
"What's that?" the kid asked as he jumped the drugs having kicked in.
"What? Nothing man, nothing. Just my beeper." Bacchus said mindlessly as he read the number flashing at him. 1462. Cringing, Bacchus sucked back a blast of the cigarette before dropping it to the floor, the sound of the kid's hands scathing across the keys of the old typewriter, the ding of him hitting the return bar echoing in the loft. "Uh...just keep writing man, just keep writing. We need this completed as soon as possible."
"I can't promise anything. Real art takes time." the kid mumbled as he tried to concentrate.
"Wonderful, wonderful. I need it by end of the weekend."
"I don't work well with deadlines. It ruins my creative flow." he continued typing at top speed, hitting the return bar every 90 seconds. "What is this for anyways?" the kid asked sniffing into his hand again before changing the page in the typewriter.
"Bending the laws of reality is all."
"Lucy, I'm home!" Bacchus sing songed as he shimmered into the room.
"You've really got to stop hanging out in the middle ages." Loki crunched around a mouthful of peanut butter and celery.
"That's the 1950's dorkbreath."
"Like I said, the middle ages. What are you doing here anyways, I thought I told you to go check in on our girl?" Loki moved around the room, reaching for a plate of chocolate chip cookies that suddenly appeared on the table.
"No, you only said 1462. No reason or details..."
"You were in a decade where you couldn't leave a message on those things." he pointed at the black chunk of plastic still attached to Bacchus' belt. "All I could do was leave a number. Why did you send her there anyways? Huh?"
"Cause when I saw her open that time portal, I just didn't want her back in 2000 again. That would have just put her right back to the beginning of Dagan's transformation. And since you didn't toss him back in the past with the others, I thought why not?" he clapped his hands together.
"And it had nothing at all to do with the fact Vlad was there? Or that the original Seer, that Edmund character was all mighty and controlling? "
"Might have." Bacchus said with a smirk as he sat down in a very large red chair. "Maybe she needs to be around some of her own kind for awhile."
"Werewolves are her own kind. You've known that from the beginning. She's got both our dna running through her veins." Loki cracked his neck gritting his teeth.
"And you don't think it's just a little bit one sided?" the sandy haired god answered crossing his legs, his hands now behind his neck as he laughed. "Chill out cousin. She's fine. And the second she gives birth, she'll be even better." he sniffed back a half snort as his fangs elongated; gleaming. "By this time tomorrow, Nosferatu should be up to her white neck in carnage. Then we'll see the real side of her come out." he made a noise that was purely sexual.
"If that's the way you want to play it fine." the dark haired god moved around the room, gesturing towards Bacchus dismissingly. "What were you doing in 1974 anyways?"
"Removing Dagan from the story."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story...Don't worry, Dagan never really gets removed I keep trying and failing...but maybe I'll misplace him for a few chapters?)
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